Sunday, November 6
sighs.
heartache. excitement. relief. indifference. anxiety and fear. i grit my teeth. i kinda wonder why i'm feeling the way i do. i close my eyes and see it all imploding. and i open my eyes, broken, a recurring nightmare. i had a weird dream, where i slayed a demon who was going to kill frank lampard. and majestically. i want to be able to do that. please help me. please.